Within a Sky Full of Earth

How strange to think of you now,
Gone beneath waves of oriental perfumes.
Not stranger than the remembrance of you
Whom I never really wanted
But loved so close to the edge of myself.

Not nearly a lifetime to piece together
The images of a tattered and threadbare artist
When your face disappeared behind the music
The rumours and yellow sheets of paper
Drowned even the memory of you.
R.E.L.